Memories From a Dead Girl
Fifty-Three
"The light in the bathroom is broken," Austin said as he walked into the living room the the following morning. He took a seat next to Chloe on the couch and handed her a mug of coffee. "I wonder how that happened."
As I listened, I wondered if either of them realized what was happening. I was angry, of course, but I wasn't the reason for the shattered light. That was something else entirely, something I wasn't certain either of them were ready for.
No one is ever prepared for the darkness.
As I listened, I wondered if either of them realized what was happening. I was angry, of course, but I wasn't the reason for the shattered light. That was something else entirely, something I wasn't certain either of them were ready for.
No one is ever prepared for the darkness.
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I have no idea if anyone is still reading this. Maybe I shouldn't bother. Maybe it's too weird now.